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IN OBAMA'S OWN WORDS: THE NEUTERING OF THE USA! Apr 10, 2008 7:05 am
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Dear USA FRIENDS -

Take less than a minute to watch this 52 second excerpt from one of Obama's charismatic speeches. Listen very closely.

http://friendfinder.com=dl32Y7wDVDs

If Obama and some other ignorant and uninformed Democrats have their way, the USA and we citizens will be totally defenseless against all enemies.

If you want us, the U-S, to remain a free democratic republic, a union of free and independent states, DO NOT BE SEDUCED INTO VOTING FOR BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA!

Obama and a majority liberal, leftist and socialist "Demoncrat" Congress will leave the USA absolutely defenseless against Russia, Iran, North Korea, China, the militant Muslims and all other present and future enemies.

This year...more than any other is USA history...it is critically important for every eligible USA voter to vote.

VOTE!!! And VOTE for FREEDOM and LIBERTY!! Vote REPUBLICAN!

May God help us to save the USA!

Thx, DAN
Madison the City, Mississippi - USA
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Attention, ALL "AFRICAN AMERICANS!" Apr 7, 2008 8:25 pm
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Dear BLACK USA FRIENDS -

"African American?"

Were you born in Africa? Were you reared in Africa? Have you ever been a citizen of Africa? Is your allegiance to Africa? Would you honestly prefer to reside in Africa today than in the USA?

If the answer to those questions is "no," then cease and desist. Stop referring to yourself as an "African American." You most definitely are not. Unless you were born and/or reared in Africa...you should in no way identify yourself with that decades and generations old ancestry.

I trace my "roots" back to London, England, in 1605 and the Valley of the Rhine in the early 1700s...but I am not an English/German/Swiss or any other American. Born and reared in the USA...I am an American, plain and simple. My allegiance is to the United States of America. I believe in and fully support our original USA Bill of Rights and our U. S. Constitution, including its Preamble I believe in total equality.

I do not believe in any form of segregation, declaring differences and setting oneself or a group apart from other USA citizens in any way. And, when you or anyone declares a difference or differences and sets yourself and/or your group apart from mainstream USA, you are in fact establishing differences and practicing segregation.

Quit going backwards. Quit setting yourself and your black brothers and sisters apart from the rest of us here in the U. S. Move forward. Assimilate. Take advantage of the many opportunities that our free democratic republic of independent states affords you, beginning with education. Many people have sacrificed much for your equality. I am one of those people. Take advantage of your freedom, your equality and your opportunities. Enjoy life in these United Sates of America! We are a blessed nation.

If you were born and/or reared in the USA or if you have recently become a USA citizen, you are a black American, a USA citizen who simply by God’s decision, will and grace are both black and American. Praise God! We thank Him for His blessings and his differences or variety. Black is beautiful!

Some of the most beautiful women and most handsome men I know are black. I appreciate that they are very special. I respect hem; they respect me. We like each other, and we "love one another."

We USA citizens are supposed to "love one another" as Jesus the Christ commanded. We are to appreciate and enjoy our differences as a people, our wonderful social variety...and we are to appreciate, respect and avail ourselves of the various advantages and ample opportunities afforded us. And we are to individually and collectively enjoy and celebrate our unity as USA citizens. We are all Americans!

Be proud that you are a black American, a USA citizen of color. You are an American, a USA citizen. You are a big part of what makes the United States of America beautiful, colorful, fun, interesting and truly great.

I thank God for each and every one of you and your individual and collective contributions to our American culture and our USA society! And thank you.

I pray God will always abundantly bless you and keep you healthy and safe.

Thx, DAN
Madison the City, Mississippi - USA
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HAPPY MEAL, BUMMER DAY Mar 24, 2008 9:28 pm
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Dear FRIENDS -

Easter and talk of resurrection...thoughts of my dear precious sweet deceased "helpmate" Lynda...a dear friend’s thoughts of her deceased very beloved pastor...trying to keep up with laundry, cleaning and other household chores...feeding, watering and caring for all of the animals, domestic and wild...still unfinished stock transfers and other estate matters...having difficulty finding all items to file for Homestead Exemption by April 1...tax information preparation for accountants...and alone bearing the burden for getting it all done became a bit too much. So I decided to take a break, travel back into the past and look toward the future.

I scheduled lunch at Copeland’s in Alexandria, Louisiana, with a friend who works for the USDA and was off Monday, and we would ride around the Red River City, locating the old radio station building where I worked for a couple of my teenage years, the Meeker’s old boarding house building and a few other places, information that I need for my books.

I went to bed at 9 Sunday night, but I could not go to sleep. I finally got up around 10 and came in here and worked online until I was really tired, a little after midnight.

I awakened at 4 Am Monday, turned on one of my bedrrom lights. I noticed that my right calf, which had swollen Sunday because it has rather poor circulation and I was on it from the pre-dawn hours until well after midnight had gone down very little, and it was extremely difficult and painful for me to walk. I also knew that not elevating it for 10 to 12 hours and being on it all day Monday would cause the skin to rupture in spots, complicating things even more.

I got back in bed. I decided I would call my friend later in the morning and explain why I would not be there as promised. But I thought, "No. I gave my word that I would be there, and I always have kept my word, whether I wanted to or not and no matter the consequences. Besides, they might think I made that story up because I really didn’t want to come." Well, I wouldn’t have that.

I got up for good at 4:17 AM, showered and dressed, made coffee and put it in one of my travel mugs, fed all of the animals real quickly, got my Braun razor and Cingular cell phone, made sure I had the outgoing mail, and then I set the home alarm. I went into the garage, got in my Mustang GT coupe, buckled up, opened the appropriate garage door, pulled the stick into reverse, suddenly remembered I had forgotten my coffee on the kitchen counter, and in disgust said, "To heck with it!’ I backed out, closed the garage door and headed West on Main Street, going to Louisiana.

Oops! Forgot to gas up. Only a half tank. So I passed by the USPS drop boxes on Highway 51, deposited the mail, ducked into the "convenience" store on the corner to fill my ’Stang’s tank with gasoline, wiped the selected credit card, picked up the pump handle, lifted the little lever, and started s-l-o-w-l-y pumping the premium gas into "BIG Red," ever so s-l-o-w-l-y. Slowest darn pump I have ever seen. I shut if off and restrated it several times to no avail. It just stayed s-l-o-w. Took forever to fill the tank. Well, it took about 15 minutes!

Then I drove and I prayed. I prayed and I cried...all the way down Highway 18...past Fayette, Mississippi (home of all of the notorious lawsuits and plaintiff friendly juries)...to Highway 61...through Port Gibson, Mississippi (the town Gen U. S. Grant would not let Federal troops burn because he said, "It’s too beautful to burn.")...onto Highway 84...through Natchez, Mississippi, on the Eastbank of the Mississippi River...across the River bridge...through Vidalia, Louisiana, on the Westbank...through Ferriday, Louisiana, the hometown of "The Killer" Jerry Lee Lewis...and getting myself under control, I crossed the river into Jonesville, Louisiana, where I stopped to use the restroom and buy a big cup of coffee.

I asked the clerk about my ol’ buddy Billy Edwards, the former Mayor of Jonesville. I told her I hadn’t seen him in athe last few years. She said, "He died." I asked, "When?" She said, "Just before the election about two years ago." I said, "That’s when I had planned to come to see him, but my wife was critically ill. I am sorry I didn’t. When I feel that strongly about something, I should do it, no matter what." I wished her a good day, and with a quick "God bless you," I left.

Just West of Jonesville’s city limits I turned the Mustang left off of 84 and South down Highway 28. I thought, "It won’t be long now. This last leg takes only about thirty minutes. We’ll be in the Pineville-Alexandria area before you know it." Wrong. Road construction in both lanes. Traffic stoppages, long lines of vehicles, and the flagmen lazily designating who gets blessed with being able to go on down the road. "Patience. Practice patience...and this, too, shall pass." Well, s-l-o-w-l-y but s-u-r-e-l-y.

Once the flagmen allowed us to pass through the construction area...I shaved with my fine German electric razor as I proceeded to press the pedal to the metal and rocket on down the highway, passing the all-too-careful country bumpkins who somehow must have thought they were in a very precarious situatioin that would be remedied by their slow-crawling snail’s pace.

I cleared the whole line in record time...except for that darn pickup and its trailer load of trash. Ah-h, a break in oncoming traffic. I gunned the Mustang’s big GT engine, swung into the left lane...as the truck started turning left...without signalling! I tapped the brakes, threw the ’Stang into a skidding drift with the rear end coming around to the left, then I stomped the accelerator all the way down on the floor, both rear wheels grabbed traction, the Mustang instantly rocketed 45 degrees to the right, I cut the wheel left and we cleared the pickup and its trailer to the amazement of every motorist and onlooker. If I would have had time, I would have stopped, and yelled, "It’s just like another Saturday night in the 1950s! Only...instead of dummies in pickups...it was police, sheriff’s deputies and state troopers in patrol cars, setting up roadblocks to catch the blonde haired kid who caused so many of them to wreck their cars! Y’all have a good day, ya hear?’

I got to Copeland’s just before they opened, waited the seven minutes, went in, used their bathroom and washed my hands, sat down at the requested front table by the door, gave the waitress my unsweetened ice tea order, and asked her, "Alan Copeland still own Copeland’s?" she replied, "He doesn’t own this one." I said, "I know. I meant the franchise." She answered, "Yes," with a strange look on her face. I said, "Alan is a friend I haven’t seen in a few years, and I’ve been really thinking about him a lot the last three days. That’s why I chose this restaurant. Does he ever come around here?" She said, "He won’t anymore." I asked, "Why not?" And she said, "He died this morning." I said, "Oh, no. I knew I should have gone to see him when I was thinking so much about him. When will I ever learn?" she said, "There was no way you could have known." I said, "Every time I think of anyone that much and feel so strongly about them I should know what is about to happen. It does everytime. They die." And then I shared some of my favorite Alan Copeland stories with her.

Tums out my waitress with the long, long hair flowing down her back over her behind rides a Harley-Davidson Deuce and her husband rides a big H-D Classic touring bike. Like Chickenman, "They’re everywhere! They’re everywhere!!!"

Yes, we are.

My friend and I rode around Alex, found the landmarks, said our goodbyes and headed to our respective homes.

I chose to get on the Natchez Trace Parkway in Natchez. Again I strated praying, and I saw an old female hound dog, a Blue Tick I think, trotting up the trace on the right side edge. I slowed, and she hopefully looked around, thinking her owners (who had very probably just dropped her off because she had obviously very recently had another litter of puppies) were coming back to get her. Of course, they were not, and I am sure they are not. She looked so sad. I wanted to stop and pick her up, but I am not personally able nor am I properly equipped to handle another animal.

I cried out loud, "God, damn those people! Whoever abandoned her, damn them! They don’t deserve anything good. That is so cruel. Dogs think and have emotinal feelings, too. I cannot stand man’s cruelty to animals, and man’s inhumanity to man.. Why am I still here? Why didn’t you save Lynda’s life?!? She was so nice and sweet, and she would never hurt anyone. Why didn’t you let the Devil kill me? I hate the way things are on this planet. I don’t want to be here anymore." And the tears flowed as I prayed and prayed, trying to be more positive.

As I stopped praying and tried to dry my eyes...I overtook a young black man in a beautifully restored and maintained much older sedan, I think from the 1970s. It was beautiful, and the motor emitted a mighty rumble. I hit the gas, and the powerful roar of the ’Stang’s V-8 shot us past the young man and his neat ride. But he stayed right there behind me. The speed limit on the Trace is 50 MPH, federally enforced by Park Rangers. So the young man and I held the speed down to below 60 most of the time, usually around 55.

Suddenly, there is a Sheriiff’s car in the oncoming traffic lane, and we were both doing 60. The Deputy hits his brakes, and I thought, "This ain’t your jurisdiction, Man. Mind your own business. Don’t hassle the old man and the kid. I am not in the mood, Dude." In my mirrors I could see he was trying to make a U-turn, but oncoming traffic was momentarily preventing him from doing it. When the Port Gibson Exit appeared, the young man and I quickly took it. Problem solved.

I wish everything were that simple.

I got home at 7 PM, getting the Monday mail out of the box before pulling into the garage.. All of the papers are still on my desk in the office...the ones for the Homestead Exemption, the huge stack of Stock Transfers, the other Estate papers and more are now joined by Monday’s mail. And there’s still the sweeping, the vacuuming, the mopping, the dishes and the dirty clothes, Oh, well...tomorrow.

Tomorrow is another day...and more will likely be added to the undone. Will it never end? I feel like one of those rats running on the inside of one of those wire wheels inside their cage. Running, running, running...and getting nowhere. Well, it must end, one way or another...and soon. too.

May God bless all of you.

Thx, DAN
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WHY DID JESUS FOLD THE 'NAPKIN,' HIS BURIAL CLOTH? Mar 19, 2008 10:18 am
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Why did Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection?

The Gospel of John 20 verse 7 tells us that the napkin, which was placed over the face of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes.

The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us that the napkin was neatly folded and was placed at the head of that stony coffin.

Early Sunday morning, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. She ran and found Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. She said, 'They have taken the Lord's body out of the tomb, and I don't know where they have put him!'

Peter and the other disciple ran to the tomb to see. The other d isciple out ran Peter and got there first. He stooped and looked in and saw the linen cloth lying there, but he didn't go in. Then Simon Peter arrived and went inside. He also noticed the linen wrappings lying there, while the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was folded up and lying to the side.

Is that important? Absolutely! Is it really significant? Yes!

In order to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day.

The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every Jewish boy knew this tradition. When the servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly the way the master wanted it. The table was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight, until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that table until the master was finished.

Now if the master was done eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers and mouth with that napkin and toss it on to the table. The servant would then know to clear the table. For in those days, the wadded napkin meant, 'I'm done.' But if the master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid it beside his plate, the servant knew that the folded napkin meant, 'I'm not finished yet.'

The folded napkin meant, 'I'm coming back!'

He is.

We must be ready...working, watching and waiting for that glorious day.

"For by grace are we saved through faith; and that not of ourselves; it is the gift of God; not of works, lest anyone should boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them." - Ephesians 2:8, 9 & 10
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A SALUTE TO BRETT FAVRE...AND WHERE IS HE FROM REALLY? Mar 18, 2008 2:38 pm
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Dear FRIENDS -

For years now...Brett Favre has told people he is from the Kiln...Kiln, Mississippi. He is not He tells folks that because some people know where Kiln is located. It is the closest they will come to undrstanding where he is from, but Brett and his little brother Jim were not reared in Kiln, Mississippi.

They and most Hancock young people in their area of the County hung out in and around the stores at the intersection there when they were students at Hancock High School and later on weekends when they were home from college. And some gravitated up the road a ways to the Broke Spoke Bar & Lounge on occasion. Brett was a pretty good country boy quarterback during those years, too.

But the Favre family home was up on a dirt road in the woods at Furman, Mississippi, known mostly for a church that was located there. Furman is a short distance out the back county road entrance or exit of Diamondhead, Mississippi, going toward the Kiln. The Favre home was on the North side of that road in the woods across from and to the left of the Furman church.

I have been there. Figure that statement out, Brett. You may not be able to do it, but I bet Jim can remember. I had his girlfriend Heather with me.

Now...the woods at Furman, Mississippi...that is exactly where the retired record-setting star NFL Green Bay Packers' quarterback Brett Favre was reared. He came a l-o-n-g way, Baby! And he deserves all of the records he has established and every honor that is bestowed upon him. Brett Favre earned every one of them.

My personal congratulations to the pride of Hancock County and the great State of Mississippi, Brett Favre! Brett, hold your head up high. You have always given the game and we football fans your very best, and we appreciate it. Thank you!

Thx, DAN
Madison the City, Mississippi - USA
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DAD, THE STRICT DISCIPLINARIAN Mar 18, 2008 7:58 am
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Dear FRIENDS -

One day in New Orleans...when my son was about 18...I was walking from the master bedroom down the long hallway, took a left in the shorter hallway, cutting through the den to go into the kitchen.

As I rounded the corner by my son's bedroom, I met him coming towards me, and I told him something. He came back with some cocky smart alec reply.

I spun around, grabbed him, slammed his back against the wall, and asked, "What!?! What did you say to me?"

He threw his hands up, and said, "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry."

I turned him loose, saying, "Okay. Just watch your mouth, Son. You are never going to get so big or so old that you can get away with talking to me like that."

I went through the den into the kitchen, and he went into his bedroom.

My son is now a retired U. S. Army 101st Airborne officer...a former Paratrooper, a former Tank Commander (With a 20+ to 1 kill ratio, he was tops in our military at the time.), a former Ranger and a former Nightstalker (highest casualty rate of any USA military unit). He is one outstanding physical specimen and a real tough Christian gentleman.

One day his Mother (my first wife) was talking with him, saying how rough he must have had it in the Army.

Our son said, "No, Mom...thanks to Dad and his strict discipline...the Army was a breeze. I didn't have the problems a lot of guys did because of Dad. I was used to following orders." And he meant it nicely.

His Mother was more than surprised that he would say that. I wasn't.

Home is the launching platform for our children's journey through life. We parents determine to a large extent our children's successes out in the real world. The tougher we are on them at home, the easier they have it when they enter the competitive environment of their chosen profession.

Rear them right, and you will never regret it.

May God bless you and your families.

Thx, DAN
Madison the City, Mississippi - USA
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ALONE AND DEPRESSED, AN OLD MAN'S SELFISH LAMENT Mar 16, 2008 4:33 pm
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FRIENDS -

I wrote most of this one night recently, and nothing much has changed for the better since that night.

I sat here, spending another night alone. It was just Hewlett-Packard, God, the Blue Moon and me here in the office of this big old house. And a house does not feel like a home when you are alone.

Grandcat "Bitty" is the closest thing to companionship I had at the moment. She was in my big kingsize bed on my side, keeping it warm until I joined her. I suspect what that was all about was that she wanted to know when I finally came to bed to sleep, so she could get some petting. And that was the only way she would know...not if she was on the other side or somewhere else asleep herself.

I did not feel like going to bed. I did not feel like staying up. I did not like staying home alone. And I do not like going out alone, whether to dinner or anywhere else. One is indeed a lonely number.

Good online friends drop by FriendFinder and my other website pages to say hello or make a Comment, and that is the only interruption of my feeling of complete and utter aloneness that I experience. I appreciate their and your consideration and all of the expressions of friendliness and love.

Yet, I am still in fact alone, admittedly to some extent by personal choice because all of the people with whom I would like to be associating are busy with someone else or other people some other place, and I do not want to intrude in their lives in any way, not in person and not with a phone call. Of course, I welcome them into my life, but that either does not occur to them or they do not care to make the call or get involved in any way.

Well-meaning friends are always saying when we meet somewhere briefly, "Anything I can do for you, let me know. Talk to you later." But they never seem to realize what I need and want most.

I have been having all kinds of personal computer and internet problems lately.

My expensive custom built wireless laptop will not come on. The two wireless desktop computers have been reluctant to start up. I finally worked with my expensive custom built main one, and with God's help it is starting most of the time and working properly once it gets going. The one in the office still will not start the browser.

One major worldwide service implemented some new "improvements" and royally messed me up bad, negatively impacting a site that I have worked on for years where I have more than 5,300 people in my immediate Worldwide FRIENDS Network.

I feed many animals in my back yard, including two stray cats that some unloving person dropped on Madison Avenue by the woods in back of my home. The mother cat and one little one are surviving...so far. A little crippled one disappeared, either dying naturally or as a victim of one of the predators that prowl the woods.

I cannot touch the mother and other young one yet. I am trying, and they are begiinning to smell my hands when I reach slowly toward them. But they quickly back away if I try to pet them. It is very frustrating. They need rabies shots, and they need to be wormed. Loose dogs, which should not be in our area, chase them at times. The young one climbs a tree, ecaping. Mother runs, evidently de-clawed and defenseless.

She got in a fight or was assaulted in some other way by a cat or a raccon one night a couple of weeks ago, and her right ear was torn, actually split. Now...today...she is bleeding on the right side of her jaw at the neckline, and I cannot catch her to take her to my vet. It is so sad, and I feel so helpless and depressed. She needs help, and I cannot help her. She will not let me. That ituation so upsets me.

If I had my way, people who drop off domestic pets, expecting those pets to survive on their own (which they cannot) , would be taken into custody, stripped of all clothing and possessions, loaded onto a helicopter and dropped off totally naked in the nearest jungle with the appropriate pronouncement, "Now...you try living off the land, surviving on your own!"

My Harley-Davidson sidecar rig would not start. The extremely cold temperatures caused the battery to lose it's charge. I've got to call Road America to come jumpstart it...maybe tomorrow. So...no motorcycle therapy this weekend.

I know I should have hooked it up to my battery Tickler, but I have not been able to find where my dear deceased wife Lynda and the movers put it. Another frustration.

I took a break about 3 this afternoon in the Acura MDX, picked up a Turkey Reuben, some Curley Fries and a Jamocha Shake...and then I drove out to Ridgeland's Old Trace Park on the Ross Barnett Reservoir. I sat there, listening to a Gaither gospel music C-D, eating my late lunch and watching the families, friends and couples who were cooking, flying kites, socializing and just generally having a good time with one another.

I am still having great difficulty accepting the fact that God did not positively answer our prayers when I and many others worldwide asked Him to heal my precious sweet wife Lynda as He always had in the past. He did not, and I had to sit helplessly and watch her die in the ICU unit of a Jackson hospital at 2:57 pm Friday, October 5, 2007. I would have much preferred that it was me. Lynda had so much more for which to live than do I.

I come into contact with some good people locally and via the worldwide web, but I also occasionally run into some real phonies and otherwise not-so-nice people. They say or write nice and friendly things, but their actions and reactions quite often quickly contradict all of what they have sometimes very falsely claimed about themselves. And that is very disappointing and depressing.

When my dear precious sweet "helpmate" Lynda died, all of the joy went out of my life.

Earth is not a nice place. It is the Devil's domain. I do not like mankind's cruelty to animals, and I do not like mankind's inhumaity to other members of their species, to other humans. And God knows that I do not like blood sacrifices, practiced by the Mayans and many other ancient civilizations, and one of which was His only begotten Son's sacrifice for us. I do not like the fact that it was a necessary of His plan salvation for us. I no longer like living on this planet. I really and truly do not like it.

Again I sit here alone, wishing I could just peacefully pass from this life through death into eternity to be met by Jesus the Christ and Lynda and then spend all of eternity with God, all of the saints and all of my loved ones who have gone on before me.

But such is not my fate, not tonight. Tonight is the same as last night and all of the nights before and probably all of those yet to come until I finally do succumb to death. Tonight is another lonely night alone.

Look around you. Appreciate every loved one in your company. Tell them how much you enjoy their company, and tell them that you love them. You never know when it might be your last oppotunity to do so. And thank God that you are not alone.

One is indeed a very lonely number.

May God richly bless you and all of those with whom you share love.

Thx, DAN
Madison the City, Mississippi - USA
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SATAN'S MEETING Mar 16, 2008 11:39 am
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Dear FRIENDS -

Satan called a worldwide convention of demons. In his opening address he said, "We can't keep Christians from going to church. We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the tr uth. We can't even keep them from forming an intimate relationship with their savior. Once they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken."

"So let them go to their churches; let them have their covered dish dinners; but...steal their time, so they don't have time to develop a relationship with Jesus Christ. This is what I want you to do," said the devil. "Distract them from gaining hold of their Saviour and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"

"How shall we do this?" his demons asked.

"Keep them busy in the non-essentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds," he answered.

"Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow."

"Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty lifestyles."

"Keep them from spending time with their children."

"As their families fragment, soon, their homes will offer no escape from the pressures of work!"

"Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice."

"Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive." To keep the TV, VCR, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non-Biblical music constantly"

"This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ."

"Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers."

"Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day."

"Invade their driving moments with billboards."

"Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services and false hopes."

"Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines and TV so their husbands will believe that outward beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives "

"Keep the wives too tired to love their husbands at night."

"Give them headaches, too!"

"If they don't give their husbands the love they need, they will begin to look elsewhere."

"That will fragment their families quickly!"

"Give them Santa Claus to distract them from teaching their children the real meaning of Christmas."

"Give them an Easter bunny so they won't talk about his resurrection and power over sin and death."

"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive."

"Have them return from their recreation exhausted."

"Keep them too busy to go out in nature and reflect on God's creation. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, plays, concerts, and movies instead."

"Keep them busy, busy, busy!"

"And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences."

"Crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Jesus."

"Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause."

"It will work! It will work!!!"

It was quite a plan! The demons went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get busier and more rushed, going here and there.

Having little time for their God or their families.

Having no time to tell others about the power of Jesus to change lives.

I guess the question is...has the devil been successful in his schemes?

The real definition of "busy" just might be Being Under Satan's Yoke.

May God help all of us!

Thx, DAN
Madison the City, Mississippi - USA
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LOVE...IT'S A GOOD THING, BIBLICAL EVEN! Mar 16, 2008 9:37 am
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Dear FRIENDS -

Rev. Robert Schuler, Pastor of the Crystal Cathedral in California, loves to end his broadcasts, saying, "God loves you...and so do I."

That is a quote that I often use in my communications with people whom I consider very dear and special friends.

We CHRISTians are Commanded to "love one another." And it has absolutely nothing to do with sex.

Jesus the Christ said, "A new Commandment I give unto you...that you love God and love one another. These two are the sum of the law." And they are. Our relationship with or our love for God is covered by the first four of the Ten Commandments. Our relationship with or our love for one another is addressed in Commandments five through ten.

I Corinthians 13, the Love Chapter, ends, "Faith, hope and charity (love)...and of these three the greatest is charity (love)."

When I say, "I love you," it does not mean I am IN LOVE with you. It means exactly what I stated, "I love you"...period. There's a big difference in loving someone and being IN LOVE with someone.

So...I love you...and you have a GREAT rest of the week!

And may God bless you.

Thx, DAN
Madison the City, Mississippi - USA
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THE REAL BEAUTIFUL LADY Mar 16, 2008 9:15 am
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Dear FRIENDS -

We see many physically beautiful ladies of all ages here on FriendFinder, and we real men enjoy the visual pleasure of viewing your lovely faces and beautiful bodies.

But, Ladies, please know this. Just as our lovely Mississippi magnolia blossom's beauty fades and is eventually lost...your physical beauty will gradually diminish with age.

What is more important is the real inner you...mentally, emotionally and spiritually...your mind and soul. If those parts of your being are beautiful, you truly possess everlasting beauty and loving appeal. You will be beautiful all of your life and throughout eternity.

There is abslutely nothing more important than your soul, reflected by your attitude and spirit every day of your life. Please have a GREAT life!

I earnestly pray God will always abundantly bless you and all of those with whom you share love, and may He always keep you healhy and safe.

Thx, DAN
Madison the City, Mississippi - USA
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